There are words
Hidden in trees
And growing in flowers.

There are words
Between her lip's
And in songs being carried
by the summer breeze.

There are words
On her fingertips
And lingering in her ears.

There are words
Left unspoken
And there are some
That were spoken all too quickly.

There are words
In her body and in everything
That is alive.
Because life is a combination of words
And she just trying to make them rhyme.